These Urges
These urges
These urges, tend to surge,
when Im stressed, maybe its a mechanism to curb these thoughts that grab my sub conscious and drag my emotions to the edge.
So the only way to end this phase is either to jab, chug or puff away the dark which ever drug that can pull me out of the slump. Now I understand why some, can not put down the cup, not out of fun or being dumb but for something as small as a laugh or maybe to **** the voices stuck in their drums that bark and ask certain questions with no luck. It seems the plug to switch off the chats is found in the glass, or grass which ever works fast, to numb the heart and bring a feeling that lasts,... but these urges now ask for more just to relax.
Copyright © Mad Don | Year Posted 2022
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